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After listening to their words, my brows knit even tighter.

As far as I know about Zhou Qian, she is not the kind of person who is indecisive. Her temper is stronger.

Even if she knows about Tang Ling and me, even if she is deeply in love with me, she is unlikely to be decadent or absent-minded all day long.

I come here every day to pray for incense. When Mei Hong said this, I felt a little strange. Now that I have seen this temple, my suspicion has deepened.

This temple is strange. I have a faint feeling that this place is for me!

After the strength has reached a certain level, the feeling is no longer illusory. It can make me feel like this, which shows that the truth is close.

I explained to the demon race elders that they would not have to protect Zhou Qian in the future and would return to the demon race land as soon as possible to inform them of the race and go to the Nine-Life demon race.

This great migration will take as many people as it takes.

At the same time, I also have my own selfishness, that is, to form my own power in Jiuzhou!

After this year's experience in Jiuzhou, I deeply understand a truth, that is, if there is no background power, unless the strength reaches a very high level, otherwise it is really difficult to have a foothold in Jiuzhou.

The old beggar at Xiaoyao Dojo is very powerful, but he is alone. The disciples in the sect walk in Jiuzhou like rats crossing the street, mainly because the sect's power is not enough to deter others.

Look at the disciples of the big gate. Even if they are of average strength, once the name of the gate is carried out, their status will be different immediately.

Parents and other relatives, later can't always stay under the shelter of wan Yao valley! Once I have my own power and reach the level of a big gate, I can feel relieved to walk in Jiuzhou.

And the formation of forces, is I brought these people from the secular world in the past, whether people or demon, without discrimination, after arriving in Jiuzhou, improve their strength as soon as possible, form a prototype of power.

This cannot be accomplished overnight. There must be a long process. Take it slowly.

After listening to me, I said that I would take a large number of people to Jiuzhou. The old people of the demon tribe were excited and did not say anything. They hurried away after giving me a gift. They didn't want to delay the time. They hurried back to the Hui tribe of the demon tribe to discuss this matter with the middle and senior leaders of the tribe.

After the demon race old people left, I looked at the temple on the mountainside, with a flash of cold mountain in my eyes and strode up.

I'd like to see who is making a fool of himself here.

As many pilgrims climbed the mountainside, they walked into the temple covered by Buddha's light.

At the moment of stepping into it, the rich Buddha light is trying to get into my body and affect my soul. The Sanskrit sound is clearer than that sensed before. To say that it purifies the soul is essentially to force the Buddhist sound into the soul and gradually leave a mark on the soul.

If you are an ordinary person, you will feel relaxed physically and mentally, and your heart seems to have been baptized. You can't help letting go of your mind and accepting the baptism of Buddha's voice and light.

However, how can I let this Buddha's light and sound interfere with my soul?

With a snort of cold, my soul force severely counterattacked, directly devouring the Buddha's light that entered my body.

As a result, the Buddha's voice dissipated, and the Buddha's light lingering beside me quickly dispersed, like avoiding snakes and scorpions, as if afraid of me.

I strode into the temple and looked around.

Such an atmosphere can disturb other people's minds very much. Even the more noisy people will feel awe when they come here.

After scanning a circle, I did not find the figure of Zhou Qian, which made my eyes more cold.

Soul perception spread out and wanted to thoroughly explore the situation here, but found that there was a layer of strange power hanging over it, blocking my soul perception.

This kind of situation, let my pupil eyes suddenly shrink.

The strength of my soul, even those strong people in Zhongzhou's main gate, cannot compare with it. The strength here can completely block the strength of my soul.

In this mysterious strong, strength is absolutely above me!

Hesitated for a moment, my heart is a malicious, will be left with hundreds of gourmet LingShi all into the puppet body.

As a result, the puppet once shot, should be able to play blue Luan fifty percent of the strength, even if really have armored vehicles in this, I also don't fear!

Taking a deep breath, I walked into a main hall in the temple.

When I came to this hall, looking at the huge statue, I narrowed my eyes and didn't kneel down in front of the statue to burn incense and pray like other tourists.

Entering this hall is because I have just sensed that this hall is a bit special. The force that hinders my soul's perception is relatively strong here.

I was standing on my knees. This was a very abrupt scene. Many people cast surprised eyes at me. Some believers also looked at me with a disgruntled look, as if they thought I had desecrated this holy place of Buddhism.

I put my hands behind my back, ignoring the pilgrims' eyes around me, and looked at the statue of Maitreya coldly.

The strange power here is slowly increasing due to the worship of incense. I can feel it faintly.

What power is this?

The power of faith?

Collecting the power of belief and strengthening one's own power?

This kind of means, very wonderful!

Just then, a little novice monk in gray came to me, folded his hands and said softly, "donor, do you want to put incense on the pillar?"

I looked at the little novice monk and said softly, "is it really useful to burn incense and pray? My wish, can Buddha really fulfill it for me? "

The little novice monk chuckled and said, "If you are sincere in your heart, you will get what you want. Our Buddha's merciful, and he will help all living beings."

I sneer in my heart, but I don't show it on my face. I look at the statue in the hall and say in a low voice, "a clay tire is not a true Buddha. why worship him?"

When this was said, many pilgrims glared at me, and some even could not help but scold me aloud.

The little novice monk stopped the pilgrims and said to me with a frown, "If you don't believe in Buddhism, why are you here?" If you have a wish in your heart, you should kowtow to the Buddha three times, and the Buddha will forgive you just now when the benefactor utters false words. "

"Kowtow three times for Buddha?" I smiled, shook my head gently and said softly: "Don't say it's a mud fetus. Even if the true Buddha comes, he can't stand my three knocks!"

The young novice monk's face became even uglier. he stopped the furious believers and said to me coldly, "Buddha's first three kowtows, one kowtow to the past, one kowtow to this life and one kowtow to the next. To the past, looking forward to the next life ... "

"Three times for the three life? !" The smile on my face was even stronger. Looking at the little novice monk, a rare light flashed through my eyes and whispered, "Well, I'll worship my former life first and see if this Buddha can stand it!"

I don't know who I was in my previous life.

But I know, don't say this mud Buddha, even if the true Buddha came to this place, it is still hard to say whether he can accept this worship!

Without bowing down, I threw my hand at the huge statue with a sneer at the corner of my mouth and said with a heavy voice: "The younger generation Meng Zichen, thanks to the past, the Sansheng Stone can't dispel my doubts. Please ask Buddha to erase many causes and effects of my previous life. I hereby bow down!"

In my previous life, many causes and consequences were involved. If the Buddha accepted this worship, it would mean that I was involved in causes and consequences.

Does he dare?

One salute!

"Rumble ..."

The giant Buddha made of clay and gold was shaking violently. under the shocked and glazed eyes of all the people in the hall, the surface of the statue of the giant Buddha was cracked and mottled, without the grand and solemn momentum before.

At the same time, the strong eccentric force lingering here is rapidly dissipating, and the power of belief is disintegrating!